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Which is hard to imagine for at that time my friend and I were wowing our English teacher with an average of ten pages a night. But, if I looked back at the books and books we filled at that time I know I would see other peoples words, ideas, characters. They were stories we read, watched or heard and regurgitated onto fresh pages.

It wasn’t until much later that I realised that there is such a thing as a voice. I would really like to hear my sixteen year old voice. I wonder what she might say?